being a foot taller than her; I could easily tease her.
“Logan, what are you doing? Give my jeans back and quit acting like a four year old!” she said, looking at me like I was a known carrier of the Ebola virus.
“Tell me first,” I said. I was acting like this was all some childish game, but in reality, I desperately wanted to know if she was actually dating that Jason asshole.
“Tell you what?” she asked. I raised both of my brows, and she finally caught on to what I meant. “I told you, that’s none of your business,” she added.
“Okay. In that case, I’m borrowing these jeans. That’s okay, right? Siblings are meant to share everything.”
I pretended to make a big deal about inspecting the quality of the jeans, and Sasha folded her arms and sighed.
“Jeez, if it’ll get you the hell out of my room, then fine….yes, I am going on a date. Now give my jeans back and get out!” she said.
The cheeky smile on my face faded as she spoke. I’d thought she was most likely going somewhere with a friend, but as it turned out, she really did have a date.
“With Jason, I presume?”
“Again, that’s none of your business. But yes, Jason Lowry,” Sasha replied. “I met him on Matcher.”
Ugh. Was she totally out of her mind? How could she not see what a sleazy prick that guy was? Before I could get over the surprise of her actually going on a date with him, Sasha snatched the jeans out of my hand. “Out,” she said, pointing towards the door.
I still couldn’t believe it. Then again, I guess nothing was unexpected when it came to Sasha Vega.
“Listen, Sasha, he’s not a nice guy. He…” I began speaking again, trying to talk her out of it, because I’d known Jason longer than she had, and I knew he was a world class bastard who would use her and throw her away like a piece of trash. I didn’t want that for her. She was too important and special to be treated like that by asshole guys who didn’t know what they had.
She cut me off mid-sentence. “No, you listen to me , Logan. You’re not really my brother, so stop pretending as if you’re keeping an eye out for me over some familial duty. I know you’re only doing it to piss me off, and besides, I can date whoever I want.”
That was true, but I wished it wasn’t.
“So you’re really going out with him?”
“Yes. We’re having dinner.”
“Just dinner?”
“Uh-huh. But we might come back here and watch a movie afterwards.”
She obviously wasn’t going to listen to anything negative I had to say about the guy, and at that moment, a brilliant plan struck me. “All right, have it your way. If you wanna go out with a total jackass, be my guest,” I said, suppressing the grin that was beginning to quirk my lips up at the corners. “And really…feel free to bring him back here tonight. I’m sure he’d love to watch a movie here. We’ve got that new seventy inch LCD screen in the den.”
She gave me a strange look, obviously wondering why I was suddenly so keen on her bringing a guy back to the house. All part of the plan…
“He’s not a jackass. I think you’re mistaking him with someone else,” she said, jabbing her little fingers into my chest. “ Yourself. You’re the only jackass I know right now.”
With that, she pushed harder on my chest until I was all the way out of her room, and then she shut the door on my face. I let her. She was too damn cute to fight it.
I grinned like an idiot and went to my own room, my plan still forming in my mind. All I had to do was wait until she came home from her date…
***
“Where the fuck are you, man?” Ryan yelled over the music on his end of the line as soon as I answered my ringing cell phone.
“Hey, I’m not gonna make it there tonight after all. Sorry. I’m a little caught up here,” I said as I balanced my phone between my ear and shoulder and sneaked into Sasha’s room. It had been two and a half hours since she’d left for her dinner date with
“Logan, what are you doing? Give my jeans back and quit acting like a four year old!” she said, looking at me like I was a known carrier of the Ebola virus.
“Tell me first,” I said. I was acting like this was all some childish game, but in reality, I desperately wanted to know if she was actually dating that Jason asshole.
“Tell you what?” she asked. I raised both of my brows, and she finally caught on to what I meant. “I told you, that’s none of your business,” she added.
“Okay. In that case, I’m borrowing these jeans. That’s okay, right? Siblings are meant to share everything.”
I pretended to make a big deal about inspecting the quality of the jeans, and Sasha folded her arms and sighed.
“Jeez, if it’ll get you the hell out of my room, then fine….yes, I am going on a date. Now give my jeans back and get out!” she said.
The cheeky smile on my face faded as she spoke. I’d thought she was most likely going somewhere with a friend, but as it turned out, she really did have a date.
“With Jason, I presume?”
“Again, that’s none of your business. But yes, Jason Lowry,” Sasha replied. “I met him on Matcher.”
Ugh. Was she totally out of her mind? How could she not see what a sleazy prick that guy was? Before I could get over the surprise of her actually going on a date with him, Sasha snatched the jeans out of my hand. “Out,” she said, pointing towards the door.
I still couldn’t believe it. Then again, I guess nothing was unexpected when it came to Sasha Vega.
“Listen, Sasha, he’s not a nice guy. He…” I began speaking again, trying to talk her out of it, because I’d known Jason longer than she had, and I knew he was a world class bastard who would use her and throw her away like a piece of trash. I didn’t want that for her. She was too important and special to be treated like that by asshole guys who didn’t know what they had.
She cut me off mid-sentence. “No, you listen to me , Logan. You’re not really my brother, so stop pretending as if you’re keeping an eye out for me over some familial duty. I know you’re only doing it to piss me off, and besides, I can date whoever I want.”
That was true, but I wished it wasn’t.
“So you’re really going out with him?”
“Yes. We’re having dinner.”
“Just dinner?”
“Uh-huh. But we might come back here and watch a movie afterwards.”
She obviously wasn’t going to listen to anything negative I had to say about the guy, and at that moment, a brilliant plan struck me. “All right, have it your way. If you wanna go out with a total jackass, be my guest,” I said, suppressing the grin that was beginning to quirk my lips up at the corners. “And really…feel free to bring him back here tonight. I’m sure he’d love to watch a movie here. We’ve got that new seventy inch LCD screen in the den.”
She gave me a strange look, obviously wondering why I was suddenly so keen on her bringing a guy back to the house. All part of the plan…
“He’s not a jackass. I think you’re mistaking him with someone else,” she said, jabbing her little fingers into my chest. “ Yourself. You’re the only jackass I know right now.”
With that, she pushed harder on my chest until I was all the way out of her room, and then she shut the door on my face. I let her. She was too damn cute to fight it.
I grinned like an idiot and went to my own room, my plan still forming in my mind. All I had to do was wait until she came home from her date…
***
“Where the fuck are you, man?” Ryan yelled over the music on his end of the line as soon as I answered my ringing cell phone.
“Hey, I’m not gonna make it there tonight after all. Sorry. I’m a little caught up here,” I said as I balanced my phone between my ear and shoulder and sneaked into Sasha’s room. It had been two and a half hours since she’d left for her dinner date with
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